[Pip:]
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When it's cold, we bite the top of our zips,
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Pull it up with our teeth till it covers our lips
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Then exhale central heating for the weather beaten
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No feet are beating, this street in to stand by us like Will Wheaton
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Walking these streets with that distant stare
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No one likes us but we don't care
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Maybe our kind don't fit round here
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Our minds find conflict round here
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See we choose to cruise a route that ain't paved with gold
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So our shoes don't slip they stick and grip this road
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Our tools are ink slicks that we engrave and mould
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For an end goal you maybe can't spend or fold
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We won't settle for unsought careers
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Or forty years of salty tears
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Like a battered up mix-tape with a long faded label
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When I'm old and decaying I'll be decaying and able
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[Hook:]
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If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
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Let the death drum break the slump
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Before the once young braves succumb
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The Fickle flicker of desire expires
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If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
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[P.O.S:]
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Bad times coming
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Bash up a castle
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I know the zoo keeper
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Line em up
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Lions on em
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I haven't slept yet
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Ever, crust
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Kickin up dust
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Leave em sickin up rust colour
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Let it come
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Let em run
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Let me laugh at it
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Smash like it's rampage
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Live it up
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Grasp at it
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No pill for the whirlwind coming
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Let it come
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Spin with the rush no fun till the times up
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Run against the flood
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All stroke no float
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For the hope for the coast pump blood
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Stump fuckers on the daily
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Dump lungs
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Volume is up
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Watch em hush for the lump sum
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But not around here
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Around here we steer clear
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Of holding our tongues to stack funds
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When bad times come it's like some old news
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New shit
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Choose yours
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New whip or brick?
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Thank you
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[Hook:]
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If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
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Let the death drum break the slump
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Before the once young braves succumb
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The Fickle flicker of desire expires
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If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
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[Sage:]
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Quality home life, Living a lie now
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Take it to the road certain women would lie down
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Haunting images I witnessed in my town
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Are floating through the night with a knife and a white gown
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Gotta dig a bigger hole
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But I can never climb out, just burrow and burrow
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Or stand on the high ground while pulling the sky down
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Wait for the high tide and try not to drown
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You're waiting another day with eyebrows furrowed
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Just say what you gotta say... like right now, fucko
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Or pipe down bucko, I'm doubting what many say
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"Why do you think they call it a burrowing owl anyway?"
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Feed the lion despite what the sign says
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Act defiant and impolite to my friends
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While making side bets in a risky gamble
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Save the wild sex for the filthy animals
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I switch the channel if the nature turns mechanical
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Become detached like your snake mandibles
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The slack jawed yokel is practising his cat calls
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It's got the lab rats bounding off the padded walls
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[Hook:]
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If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
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Let the death drum break the slump
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Before the once young braves succumb
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The Fickle flicker of desire expires
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If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
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Let 'em Come
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Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip |